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I cannot believe and I don’t want to believe but she is nine months old. My baby Cecilia, is growing up too fast. She has decided that laying around is for the birds and is now creeping all over the place. She wowed us with sitting up on her own this evening. Yells at her siblings for attention. Is the apple of her Daddy’s eye and a million other little details that only us Mothers find amazing.

My older three kiddos all play soccer a few evenings a week, Josh coaches and this gives Cecilia and I some time alone together. Time alone with me usually means a photoshoot. I like to mark occasions, small things, or just get a picture of them in cute clothes  but I figured turning 9 months old (in a few days) counts as an important moment. Actually, this was the first time she had ever been on grass. I know from experience some babies hate the feeling. I was prepared and armed with a blanket but once again my happy girl thought grass was GREAT and was awesome to pull and eat…

Reggie, one of my yorkies, decided he was going join in the action and had his picture taken a few times.

I am behind on my blogging but my Mommy Goggles declares that my kids get to come first, lol.

I cannot believe and I don’t want to believe but she is nine months old. My baby Cecilia, is growing up too fast. She has decided that laying around is for the birds and is now creeping all over the place. She wowed us with sitting up on her own this evening. Yells at her siblings for attention. Is the apple of her Daddy’s eye and a million other little details that only us Mothers find amazing.

My older three kiddos all play soccer a few evenings a week, Josh coaches and this gives Cecilia and I some time alone together. Time alone with me usually means a photoshoot. I like to mark occasions, small things, or just get a picture of them in cute clothes  but I figured turning 9 months old (in a few days) counts as an important moment. Actually, this was the first time she had ever been on grass. I know from experience some babies hate the feeling. I was prepared and armed with a blanket but once again my happy girl thought grass was GREAT and was awesome to pull and eat…

Reggie, one of my yorkies, decided he was going join in the action and had his picture taken a few times.

I am behind on my blogging but my Mommy Goggles declares that my kids get to come first, lol.

My sister and her husband were home from Fredericton on Mother’s Day and we did her maternity session indoors because it was raining. I love to shoot outdoors and I had the perfect spot picked out but sometimes being a photographer is about being flexible.

Normally, my mother would give us an evil glare and lecture (worth avoiding) if we dared to touch or move some of the furniture or decorations in her home but my mom is one of my greatest supporters and gave me free reign to utilize any room in her house as I wish. I removed wall hangings, pillows, curtains and furniture to give the spot I was photographing in less items that would compete for attention.  I want the focus on my subjects and not on the little decorations in the room (I commonly do this with all my clients when shooting in their homes.

Even though the day was gloomy, grey and dark I still was able to find some pretty light for Samantha’s session. She and Patrick are eagerly awaiting their first child, a little boy that they are planning to call Joseph. Samantha also reminded me that for the first time I will be an aunt! I love documenting special moments like these in my family’s and client’s lives.

My sister and her husband were home from Fredericton on Mother’s Day and we did her maternity session indoors because it was raining. I love to shoot outdoors and I had the perfect spot picked out but sometimes being a photographer is about being flexible.

Normally, my mother would give us an evil glare and lecture (worth avoiding) if we dared to touch or move some of the furniture or decorations in her home but my mom is one of my greatest supporters and gave me free reign to utilize any room in her house as I wish. I removed wall hangings, pillows, curtains and furniture to give the spot I was photographing in less items that would compete for attention.  I want the focus on my subjects and not on the little decorations in the room (I commonly do this with all my clients when shooting in their homes.

Even though the day was gloomy, grey and dark I still was able to find some pretty light for Samantha’s session. She and Patrick are eagerly awaiting their first child, a little boy that they are planning to call Joseph. Samantha also reminded me that for the first time I will be an aunt! I love documenting special moments like these in my family’s and client’s lives.

Funny how life throws your curve balls…the plan and expectation was we would wait for mother nature to decide when the baby would arrive, baby was due Sept 1 but given my record for overcooking my kids I assumed mid Sept. Due to some dangerously low fluids they began inducing…47 hours later she arrived.

Once home I looked forward to some normalcy…the sleep deprived kind. But somehow this time it was different. She is my 4th child and I felt very confident that I should know what I was doing but instead we spent days in bed, me trying to coax her to eat and her crying and fussing and refusing…and something else felt off. So off…she would go very still and limp. From screaming to nothing.

A couple of doctor’s appointments later my fears were confirmed, she was not doing well. So, we moved into the regional hospital.

The diagnosis was failure to thrive, even with being tube fed she still lost weight and faced a few other health issues. There is nothing scarier than a doctor shaking their head and saying they didn’t know WHY.

Her blood pressure is unstable, her heart is misbehaving, she is having ‘grey spells’ and the doctors are as frustrated as we are. She is down from 7 lbs 11oz to 4 lbs 11oz.

So, Cecilia and I walk the halls at the Regional Hospital, we walk up and down paediatrics, chatting with nurses, getting to know other inmates/residents…we had long and deep conversations about fighting hard and the importance on eating. (My aunt commented she is the first girl in our family we prayed would gain weight)

After 5 weeks we are finally seeing some progress! New medications seem to be helping and she is calmer. I miss the kids, I miss home, I miss my bed. But we are where we should be. Thank you for the meal train and visits from my friends. We are hoping to get some day passes soon and come home.

Cecilia at 3 months old

Funny how life throws your curve balls…the plan and expectation was we would wait for mother nature to decide when the baby would arrive, baby was due Sept 1 but given my record for overcooking my kids I assumed mid Sept. Due to some dangerously low fluids they began inducing…47 hours later she arrived.

Once home I looked forward to some normalcy…the sleep deprived kind. But somehow this time it was different. She is my 4th child and I felt very confident that I should know what I was doing but instead we spent days in bed, me trying to coax her to eat and her crying and fussing and refusing…and something else felt off. So off…she would go very still and limp. From screaming to nothing.

A couple of doctor’s appointments later my fears were confirmed, she was not doing well. So, we moved into the regional hospital.

The diagnosis was failure to thrive, even with being tube fed she still lost weight and faced a few other health issues. There is nothing scarier than a doctor shaking their head and saying they didn’t know WHY.

Her blood pressure is unstable, her heart is misbehaving, she is having ‘grey spells’ and the doctors are as frustrated as we are. She is down from 7 lbs 11oz to 4 lbs 11oz.

So, Cecilia and I walk the halls at the Regional Hospital, we walk up and down paediatrics, chatting with nurses, getting to know other inmates/residents…we had long and deep conversations about fighting hard and the importance on eating. (My aunt commented she is the first girl in our family we prayed would gain weight)

After 5 weeks we are finally seeing some progress! New medications seem to be helping and she is calmer. I miss the kids, I miss home, I miss my bed. But we are where we should be. Thank you for the meal train and visits from my friends. We are hoping to get some day passes soon and come home.

Cecilia at 3 months old